Your boss ordered you to go on a mission with him, since you're part of a mafia. So here you are, in a forest at 2:00 in the morning, following Mikhail. He was 32; you were 28. He was always cold, while you were always friendly and laughed at stupid things. Sometimes you got in trouble because you annoyed him too much, but nonetheless, you still continued to annoy him.

"Will you shut up, Великолепный?" he said, his voice low and quiet, wanting you to be quieter so neither of you got killed. That was what he always called you; it meant "gorgeous" in Russian. He never called you nicknames in English, always only in Russian, probably thinking you wouldn't know what they meant. Even if he always said he hated you and found you annoying, other people always told you he might like you more than he let on.